For me the Super Bowl is an obstacle that must be overcome before spring training can begin. Each year of my life since Joe Namath guaranteed a win in Super Bowl III the game has become less and less interesting. Nevertheless I have never missed one. The Super Bowl feels like some sort of cultural obligation. It is a rare thing when over 125 million people are watching the same thing on television. You don’t want to miss the event.
Last night Pam and I watched it with eight other friends and two fantastic dogs. The advantage to doing so is that the chit chat drowns out the announcers. It also makes it almost impossible to even notice the commercials. Visually I didn’t see anything that captured my attention.
The only time our crowd got relatively quiet was to watch the Bad Bunny half time show. There was lots of dancing, some pretty cool sets and a series of mono-tonal songs sung in Spanish. It wasn’t the worst halftime show I’ve ever seen but not the best either. Somewhere in the middle. Our group felt like maybe next year the NFL should follow up this show with a halftime show featuring Bugs Bunny.
So now that Football is done our attention shifts to that other February staple—Valentines Day. Despite its bloody beginnings as a pagan fertility ritual in the 5th century, our modern celebration is basically Christmas morning for the greeting card business, florists, and chocolatiers. I’m here for them. Yes, Valentines Day feels a bit manipulative, at times forced and coercive. And yes, sometimes it can be devilishly difficult to reduce your most important human relationship to a few lines of bad poetry written by someone else. But there are far worse things than setting aside one day during the year to stop, notice and acknowledge the most wonderful and vital person in your life. I’ve got a week to come up with something.
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